as green grows, and shows after the great rain the birds song tells a tale, YOU are the temple..
stormy weather waves great poofy clouds whisps of sirus dropped into salty sea gull breath the stairs down to the sand if they could talk would tell you many things and that once, it was winter here too for a great time long gone now the winter never really comes, and the the setting sun … Continue reading
the dust that made dust you breathed in caused you to have crystal skull collapsed the many back into one
i sat here arranging and changing parts of my world. in love and you should too
the hands of time though maliable would grind down any illusion was it still this place where i woke up anew? with a new language Love was always the only option. and things are put together in such a way that nobody can take advantage of anyone else... and why would they?
As the magnificent sun rises above the San Gabriels I drive taxi three miles an hour on the 405 Right next to Burbank and Victory
sometimes, it feels like my heart has a coronal mass ejection of love.
my three-year-old son fell asleep on me today he hasn't done that in a long time it was the most precious thing that's happened for a while
stranded next to the ocean in Santa Monica on a beautiful seemingly stormy day I just need a jump
they tried to call it a lie.. and i said, i would create four million more worlds just to find you. it was eminating from within, it was holding you together...